Back in the Saddle

Hey it's good to be back home again -

This old farm feels like a long lost friend..

hey, it's good - to be back home again.

John Denver

Did you know I was a John Denver freak when I was 13?

I do mean freak.

I remember my sister and her boyfriend at the time bought me tickets to see John Denver in concert.

She came in the bathroom whilst I was bathing to tell me.

I can still see me in that tub bawling like a baby.

This post will be a bit random - like the photographs.

I'll add captions where necessary - but most of these photos are from my Missouri trip.

It was such a good trip!

I feel like I've come back to the land of the living.

I've felt so 'quiet' for the last several months - I'm sure it had/has something to do with the weight loss.

71 lbs down since February - 111 down total.

Isn't that ridiculous?

This photo was taken for the sole reason that I thought my thighs looked thinnish.

Do you know I dream of eating cake almost every night?

'Tis true, 'tis true.

Sometimes when it's in my mouth, I'm upset - and surprised - like 'how did this get in my mouth!? I don't want this!' - and other nights it's like 'oh ya, I'm eating cake'.

Last night I also dreamt that I peed in a garbage can at Pier One Imports.

What is that all about?

My best buddy - Jimmy.

I start working at Pier One Imports next week!

I'm sure it had something to do with that.

I'll just be there a couple of days a month for the holidays.

I used to work there before, as an Asst. Manager.

a blurry photo of our Oktoberfest

 I also dreamt that I was looking for murder victims remains in a filing cabinet.

The other night I dreamt I was at a children's death camp in India preparing children for burial.

Is there even such a thing?

The children were very happy as I wrapped them in brightly colored linen robes.

Law.

I like my cake dreams so much better.

Me and the G Force

 The following are a few of my cousin Jim's paintings.

My photos truly don't do justice to them.

What's that you say?

Yes!  I know!

Good looks and talent run in the family.

I was beginning to worry that I no longer had anything to say, and needed to stop blogging.

I thank each and everyone of you for sticking around during my 'dry phase'.

This is just a warning that it might not be completely over.

I hope to be funny again soon.

In a weird way, I feel like getting thinner was losing a part of me.

I wasn't sure 'who I was' anymore.

If I'm not the chubby gal baking muffins daily - who am I?

I realized yesterday - I'm the slim gal who bakes muffins occasionally.

And that's OK.

I do believe I'm the new and improved Jayme.

Yesterday the AT & T repair man stopped by cause we've had a horrible buzzing noise on our line.

I answered the door in my apron with a mop in my hand, the smell of fresh apple muffins in the air.

I offered him a warm muffin, as I went out to hang sheets on the line.

That's who I am baby.

And I like it.

And now - for something weird.

Who wants some size 12 pants?

I have a couple of pair of Tommy Hilfiger size 12 jeans that are too big.

They seem too good to cut up for rugs.

And I hate to just donate them to strangers...I'd much rather give them to one of you's guys!

Is that weird?

If you'd like my pants - I ask you do the following....

Follow me.

Tweet about it.

Facebook about it.

Blog about it.

If you don't have a blog, you'll need to start one, so you can blog about it.

Take an ad out in your local paper talking about me giving away my pants.

Rent a local billboard, preferably on a busy Interstate, advertising my pants giveaway.

Call ten friends and tell them about this.

Please let me know when you do the above....

OR

Just send me an email.  : -)

First come, first served!

(As of 8:30am the jeans are gone - don't despair - there'll be plenty more!)